Nov 1st lyrics by Artis

Aye yo These m*therf*ck*s must be thinking it's sweet Yeah I'm Artis Yeah Jermaine Every day of the week Tell you bout me I grew up I'm the oldest of three Got a brother and a sister Yeah but I'm the black sheep

Aye yo These m*therf*ck*s must be thinking it's sweet Yeah I'm Artis

Aye yo These m*therf*ck*s must be thinking it's sweet Yeah I'm Artis Yeah Jermaine Every day of the week Tell you bout me I grew up I'm the oldest of three Got a brother and a sister Yeah but I'm the black sheep F*ck I'm a be I was young I would get beat Yeah my father he was drunk So he knock out my teeth I could not sleep Nightmares I could not dream Stiches in my head Mama scared Watching me bleed Now I'm in school I was smart Trying be cool I was like The little n*gga That would follow the rules Yeah I was small Always had dreams to be tall Then I evolved Now a n*gga bigger than y'all Back to da story Sixteen what I was doing I was employed First job Bagging your groceries Yeah I was getting it Working hard for every penny Saving, spending Feel good I'm independent Walking to work Had no ride That was worse Swallowed my pride Like I said I'm from the dirt That's when it hit me I'm the only one that's wit me Shot out to Kenny Always came through to defend me Loving the city Smoking weed Making me dizzy Still scared of p*ssy So I just let b*tches kiss me Getting a feel for da streets And I'm getting addicted I ain't going back home Sh*t my mama gon get me Soon after that I bounced I ain't have nothing to pack Now I'm living with my uncle Got me selling his crack He at da club He DJ And I'm pushing his packs Yeah he took advantage of it But I'm thankful for that Soon I would stack my money And I bought me a max Now I run the operation And I'm running wit black Hop in da max Cross the line Bringing it back Quick to sell you two for thirty I was famous for dat Yeah it was wack Always high Watching my back Always lying Alway hiding Always checking my stash Stuck in da trap Used to just hustle to smoke Or for some clothes In da club f*cking wit h*es How was I broke